Thought Mr. Howell, wheeling away as fast as he could. All he wanted was a decent breakfast after what happened last night, especially now that the place was crawling with authorities.

“Howell, old chap, how nice to see you again!” A far exaggerated accent rang out form across the room.

“Meerschatz! Where did you come from?” He turned slowly, chuckling nervously.

“I am here on official police duty.” He put his pipe back in his mouth in a gentile manner.

“Really?”

“No.”

“Oh.” There was a long pause, finally interrupted when Kadira turned her attention to them, her chin in hand as she rested her elbow on the large, sleek countertop.

“Meerschatz? But you’ve registered here as Sir Benjamin Franklin – “

“Shoosh! Are you trying to give away my cover?”

“Well, no, but – “

“Well, then, Miss Kitty, ” he took his pipe out of his mouth and leaned closer, “I suggest you keep this between you and I.”

“But sir – “ Kadira tried to point his attention to the powder from his pipe he spilled on his shirt.

“No buts! Come on, Howell!” Taking the reins of the wheelchair, he started wheeling him away as the older man protested quite loudly. “We’ve got work to do!”